We're a fine institution We're using a test to decide Like some kind of sick solution Who should live and who should die ♪ If I let go of your hand It would be murder Standing backwards, blindfold At the top of the stairs And you may wonder if I I had assured her As the birds were Makin' figure eights All around the square If I let go of your hand If I strayed from the laws of the land Where's the shame? Where's the shame? Where's the sense of shame? Where's the shame? Where's the shame? Where's the sense of shame? For desert oceans keep on widening It's been this way since the Pleistocene Where's the shame? Where's the shame? Where's the sense of shame? ♪ Where's the shame? Where's the shame? Where's the sense of shame? Where's the shame? Where's the shame? Where's the sense of shame? Desert oceans keep on widening It's been this way since the Pleistocene, yeah ♪ Capital crimes Nickels and dimes all across the floor Ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh No vital signs, oh You scored too high Now you walk the floor We will meet on that fatal shore ♪ Where's the shame? Where's the shame? Where's the sense of shame? Where's the shame? Where's the shame? Where's the sense of shame? Where's the shame? Where's the shame? Where's the sense of shame? Where's the shame? Where's the shame? Where's the sense of shame?